The present is happening
as the future is tomorrow.
But I live in the past
along with my sorrow.
I lost my hope
and my will to pretend.
I was tired of the fake smiles
I just want this pain to end.
The past is what haunts me
how it keeps me so withdrawn.
It is hard to let go of
what is constantly holding on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem